Llandilo, Present and Past: An Illustrated Guide to the Ancient Castles and Other Antiquities of the Neighbourhood. A Sketch of the History and the Annals of the Town Embracing that of the Kingdom of DynevorMorgan and Davies, 1868 - 164 pages |
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afterwards amongst ancient angle apartment arched brother building Builth Caradoc Cardigan Careg Cenen Carmarthen Carmarthenshire castle chapel church court curtain Cynghordy daughter district drum tower Dryslwyn Dryslwyn Castle Dynevor Castle Earl of Carberry Earl of Cawdor east Edward English entrance feet fortress Golden Grove Grongar Hill ground Gruffydd ab Rhys Gwynne honour horse Hywel Hywel Dda inner ward John Vaughan Kidwelly king's leading Llan Llandilo Llandilo Bridge Llandovery Llangathen Llewelyn Lord Dynevor Loughor Maelgwn mansion married masonry Meredith miles neighbourhood noble North Wales occupied opening Owen Pembrokeshire portion present prince principal railway rampart Rees remains Rhys ab Thomas Rhys Vychan Rhys's river road rocks Rowland Gwynne sandstone side Silurian Sir Rhys South Wales south-west station stone Street Swansea Taliaris Teilo Tewdwr tion tourist town upper Vale of Towy visitor wall Welsh WELSHMAN William yards Ystrad Tywi
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Page 25 - Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave. And see the rivers, how they run Through woods and meads, in shade and sun, Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life, to endless sleep ! Thus is nature's vesture wrought, To instruct our wandering thought ; Thus she dresses green and gay, To disperse our cares away.
Page 24 - A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
Page 26 - I lie ; While the wanton Zephyr sings, And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the shepherd charms his sheep ; While the birds unbounded fly, And with music fill the sky, Now, even now, my joys run high.
Page 23 - Nature show, In all the hues of Heaven's bow ! And, swelling to embrace the light, Spreads around beneath the sight. Old castles on the cliffs arise, Proudly towering in the skies ! Rushing from the woods, the spires Seem from hence ascending fires ! Half his beams Apollo sheds On the yellow mountain-heads ! Gilds the fleeces of the flocks, And glitters on the broken rocks...
Page 22 - Who, the purple evening, lie On the mountain's lonely van, Beyond the noise of busy man, Painting fair the form of things, While the yellow linnet sings ; Or the tuneful nightingale Charms the forest with her tale ; Come with all thy various hues, Come, and aid thy sister Muse ; Now while Phoebus riding high Gives lustre to the land and sky ! Grongar Hill...
Page 26 - Be full, ye courts, be great who will ; Search for Peace with all your skill : Open wide the lofty door, Seek her on the marble floor, In vain you search, she is not there ; In vain ye search the domes of care ! Grass and flowers Quiet treads, On the meads, and mountain-heads, Along with Pleasure, close allied, Ever by each other's side : And often, by the murmuring rill, Hears the thrush, while all is still, Within the groves of Grongar Hill.
Page 24 - And ancient towers crown his brow, That cast an awful look below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps : So both a safety from the wind On mutual dependence find. "Tis now the raven's bleak abode ; 'Tis now th...
Page 25 - Thus she dresses green and gay, To disperse our cares away. Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view ! The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys, warm and low ; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky ! The pleasant seat, the ruin'd tower, The naked rock, the shady bower; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an /Ethiop's arm.
Page 23 - Sweetly musing Quiet dwells ; Grongar, in whose silent shade, For the modest Muses made, So oft I have, the evening still, At the fountain of a rill...
Page 23 - Wide and wider spreads the vale, As circles on a smooth canal: The mountains round, unhappy fate, Sooner or later, of all height, Withdraw their summits from the skies, And lessen as the others rise: Still the prospect wider spreads, Adds a thousand woods and meads, Still it widens, widens still, And sinks the newly-risen hill.